Citrus Drink Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I exclaimed with delight. "Thank you." "What did you put it?" I asked "I whipped up some drinks with a mix of ingredients, including ice, cilantro, and whatever leftover wine I found in the fridge." "Is that wine alcoholic?" I curiously asked. "Nah, it's Austin's, so I'm pretty sure it's non-alcoholic. He's been off alcohol for a while now." "Good for him," I said taking another sip of the drink. "What do you mean by that?" He asked with a bit of laughter in his voice

she wanted to go home and leave this place right now. The crowd around her made her feel suffocated. She didn't know anyone except Louis, Laura, and she was somewhat reluctant to mention his name, but... yeah, she knew Lucas too. "Do you want a drink, Miss?" A waiter noticed her confusion at the drinks table and asked her. Clara turned and nodded, "Can you give me a non-alcoholic drink?" "Yes, there are some fruit juices available over there," the waiter pointed to a table near the pool. "Okay, thank you." She walked toward the table and was relieved to find cherry juice there.

"Not yet, little mouse. Eat first. Then fuck." She pouted, but then her attention went back to the still full plate of food, ravenous hunger shining in her irises. Holding a glass of ice cold sparkling punch to her mouth, Hycinth took a long sip and pulled back, licking her lips in satisfaction. "What's in the drink?" she asked inquisitively. "Cherries, grape juice, triple sec, vodka, ice, ginger ale and fresh cut strawberries." "Hmm...I love it."

“All my life, my uncle kept me sheltered. This is my first time out in a place like this.” “Oh,” he thanked the bartender when he dropped a cup of a rich dark green coloured drink. I stared hard at it as he took a sip of it, wondering what the hell he ordered. “What's that?” I motioned to the drink when he dropped it. “This?” He gestured to the drink and I nodded. “It's a sweet fruit alcoholic drink. Do you need a taste of it? It's called jungle juice.” “But that's not the name you gave the man.” I protested, staring at the juice with a curious expression on my face.

“What’s the mix-up of this drink?” My glass contained a pinkish-orange liquid with a salted rim; a wedge of grapefruit was perched on the edge. While Trish’s drink was a vibrant red served in a martini glass. “Grapefruit juice, tequila, a little soda. Perfect for a newbie.” I nodded; the tequila was the reason I felt a sharp slash in my mouth. “And yours?” I asked, flicking my eyes to her drink. “Vodka, cranberry juice, lime, and triple sec.” She crossed her legs, and the tattoo on her lap peeked out. She was dressed in a red, above-knee-length, kind of short, beautiful dress, and her ginger hair cascaded down her shoulders.

He was only a satyr. “Cathwulf?” Griff asked. I shook myself back to awareness. “It’s nothing. What do you have that doesn’t contain intoxicants?” The bartender scratched his beard. “We’ve got juice. Bluecumber, avomelon, bananapple, passionberry, waterberry, cocopina…” He raised his thick brows. “What will it be?” Griff and I exchanged glances. None of these fruits were available when we’d been alive. “How about one of each?” he asked.

"What would you like to offer for a moderate drinker like us?" "Caipirinha, Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Pina Colada, and Californication!" the waiter answered. "How about for the heavy drinker?" Hailey asked the waiter again. "Beers, Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, and Devil's Springs Vodka!" "Okay, give us one case of beers!" Hailey gazed at me. "What would you like to drink? It's on me!"

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

"I don't know the name. It was yellow, like orange juice. I thought it was orange juice but it wasn't." "What kind of drink is orange juice?" "I don't know. You should know better because you ordered it along with the wine and all the alcoholic drinks." Odette's annoyance slowly rose again. "Doctor Alex must have told you, you shouldn't drink like that." Odette refrained from saying something sarcastic that Rion deliberately ordered such a drink to make Odette drunk. But… For some reason, Odette felt her guess was wrong. It seemed impossible to do such a thing, but that was the only sensible thing that went through her head.

he asked, then added, “I get to deduct it from my taxes.” His smirk was too much for her to handle. She giggled softly and then conceded, “Maybe a little fruit drink. Something kind of festive, but non-alcoholic.” “We have an amazing pomegranate lemonade,” the waitress offered and Kat nodded her approval. “Make it two. And go ahead and add some little umbrellas, just for fun.” AJ said to the waitress. “Of course,” the waitress replied. “And can I bring out any appetizers with those drinks?”